Traveling around Iceland involved everything from waterfalls to beaches to a snowy alp reaching the ocean. A stop in Höfn, a coastal but commercial fishing town, had us staying in a micro cabin with about twenty other “cabinees.” It was June, so daylight lasted almost all night, and after dinner, around 9 p.m., I wandered down the country lane that ran alongside our lodging site.
A spooky old house had been drawing me in, but once I crested the incline of the gravel road, I discovered this silo. I am always fascinated by man’s imprint on the land, and by how much we “stop” seeing what has cluttered nature. When I looked at the photograph after returning home, I was intrigued by how much it resembled a painting: something richer and more unusual than a traditional landscape photograph.
